As stars bejeweled the ebon skies
one midnight preternatural,
a howling of a hundred wolves
joined voice in mournful madrigal.
Their chorus cut through must and mist
as stars bejeweled the ebon skies -
a polyphonic counterpoint
of predators' rapacious cries.
Each creature caught within the sound
knew death might stalk them swift and stark.
As stars bejeweled the ebon skies,
their light could not outshine this dark.
No hiding place is safe enough,
no second guessing if's or why's --
fate even hunts on fairest nights
as stars bejewel the ebon skies.
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Author Notes
This is a poem, folks, NOT a quatern, because in the final line, I write bejewel, and not bejeweled. So please, know that I realize I have done this and am more than happy to drop all claims to my poem's being a bona fide quatern. In return for my concession, I ask that you not hold it to the quatern form's requirement that the final line be an exact duplicate of the repeated lines in the other verses.
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